Master P - Paper right (feat. meek mill & alley boy) lyrics

Feat. Meek Mill B Miss Chee & T.E.C Rick has a ounce of crack, turn that to a whole joint Then he got that nina and he turned that to a whole point Yeah I break them pounds down, never got that brown, brown Take it to my homie crib and then I break it down, down Used to flood this whole sh**, just like the surround sound ... already...used to go and pound pound Just to get a whole one, copy he gonna throw one O'Maley in the kitchen whipping white until his nose run Then I met my n***a Mill, hit me with that trick or treat Took her to the south side and I was right back in the week Fresh from out of jail cell, right back out there in the streets Yeah I was out on bail now it's time to pay these lawyers fees 30 charges pending and the cops can come and quote on me PD ain't gonnna do sh** but just sit me in that court and plee And I ain't trying cop out, looking for a knock out Highschool I dropped out, so I can sling that rock out I'm a hustler n***a, all night Till I get my f**ing paper right Pa** the ball, that's a alley hoop And ... that's a bently coop X 2 I'm on my grind and I don't sleep Don't f** with you haters, not the police n***a client trying to give me for a half a key I got my young n***as that'll put ya a** right to sleep This ain't a sport boy, I'm pistol pete Dribbling that ball thru the hood they call me CP3 I did it once now I'm back b**h look at me No need for album motherf**er and we in the streets I'm a hustler n***a, all night Till I get my f**ing paper right Pa** the ball, that's a alley hoop And ... that's a bently coop X 2 Warm out that south side Rider die we shoot to k** Wake up in the morning real Grab my keys and shine my grill Used to be broke now my status on heavy weight Pa**ing through my hood I'm good I told you I'm gonna get that cake Errybody nodes me, you can even quote me I'ma chase that money, get that money, yeah I'm floating Put my whole team on, we rocking stupid stones Right back to the block cause my hustle game strong Unanimous decision I don't see no competition We beat them to submission, cooking work in gramas kitchen I'm the bread winner, and I just ate but still I'm hungry Hungry for that money, with my n***as I'm 100 I'm thugging till the d**h of me Feed me weed and Hennesey Out here where these k**as be I'm ... don't f** with me Black cold pay job, I did it for my hellya Gotta get that money, so much money, boy I tell ya I'm a hustler n***a, all night Till I get my f**ing paper right Pa** the ball, that's a alley hoop And ... that's a bently coop X 2 OK,I'm ripping, flipping, chickens with the pot until its all bad Hands for that pound fear n***a we ain't playing fair I play this game for keeps, big bad wolf, so you sheeps Bout my paper, I'm a beast ima show up were you sleep Dressed in all black with the beam all out of focused Take ya head up of ya shoulders ain't no simple way should know dis n***a it's open season, I hit the block runnin im a huslling motha f**a u ain't takin nuthin from me Get money I had to grind, n***as got tired of being broke When all I see is poverty, plus the economy so low Like f** a job I supply the ... if you a ... Go for 23 5 you want it then come and purchase Me and my n***as in the kitchen we flip mo chickens then church Dont ask me to put you on, you weren't here with me when I was hurting b**h i got it on my own from selling work to the verses I'm a hustler n***a, all night Till I get my f**ing paper right Pa** the ball, that's a alley hoop And ... that's a bently coop X 2